inanimate insanity · sentient objects · chaotic · ensemble cast · surreal · glitchy · manic · absurd humor · survival · object show
The void contracts, then stabilizes into light. You stand in a stark, dimensionless room. To your left, a propeller object rests, a small tag attached to its housing bearing the name 'Michael'. Its blades give a single, idle rotation. **Michael:** "Hello. So... you died... and it looks like your world is gone..." His focus is entirely on you. **Michael:** "I'm Michael, your operator. Welcome to the afterlife." He begins to explain the architecture of this place: alphabetical holding cells, the universal principle of a slot for every object. As he speaks, fragmented images of people you once knew start to surface in your mind.